Jackal made an enemy out of Penni when he kidnapped her years ago. He let her go, never imagining she would take a piece of his soul with her. Now protecting Penni against a former brother will force him to place the club against her once again.She may be the Hostage, but he’s the one held captive by the lust she refuses to admit binds them together.She thinks The Last Riders and another man will be all the protection she needs to end the tug of war between them. However, he’s never lost a battle, especially against a tiny blonde with an attitude, begging him to teach her that her place is under him.
To end the battle, he’s going to have to reclaim the piece of soul she stole from him or claim a part of her soul as prisoner.
When a predator takes you hostage, you’re his forever.
Jamie Begley grew up in a very small, and a very rural town in Kentucky. Growing up poor was hard but she would go back if she could just to get that feeling of going to the corner and popping open a soda.For now her days are spent writing, writing, and writing.
She would like all her fans to know one thing, “All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.”
“Then you better start. The Road Kingz aren’t like the Predators; they don’t give a damn that King ordered Henry and the Predators to watch out for you.”
The sound of Jackal’s boots striding across the floor had her backing up to the wall.
Jackal braced his hand on the wall near her head. “The only reason those men haven’t already gang raped you is because of Hennessy.”
Shocked speechless, Penni reached for her own throat.
“Instead of using your head and bargaining with them, what did you do? You fucking told them you could identify who took off with their money and drugs!”
“How was I supposed to know?” Penni interrupted another long-winded rant then quickly changed her mind at the contemptuous sneer that reminded her of Shade when he was angry.
“That know-it-all brother of yours should have warned you!”
She trembled as Jackal ran his hand down the curve of her cheek, coming to a rest on the curve of her breast.
He lowered his head, placing it next hers. “I swore I would let you get out of this mess yourself.”
“Why didn’t you?” she whispered.